“Have you made progress, Bunnie?” And with a huge smile, I answered “Yes, Ma’am, everything, word for word. Please quiz me.” Her eyes widene..., and then narrowed. “Are you sure, absolutely sure? It’s your last chance to change your mind. If you fail to answer a single question, you’ll be back to memorizing, and the last two hours will seem like a walk in the park.” But I was confident, more confident than I had ever been in a quiz for school. And I let her know. Soon, she was propped on the. " No, name's not familiar." The older man wriggled in his large chair trying to get comfortable, and he clenched and flexed his right hand under a lacy cuff. "Damned arthritis or ague or something, " he said when he noticed Beall looking at it. "Hand cramps up. Can't make a fist or hold a pen properly. Nuisance." Yessir," said Beall. "I was down there last Saturday, and the constable, fellow called Wainright..." Yes, yes, I know him. Governor Eden gave him the job. Probably some kin of his wife. She was to become his work break.Between carrying heavy loads across the shop, he would stop and bend over and take a long lick the full length of the crease of her ass - smiling wickedly at her groaning and the struggle for movement of her body - suddenly leaving her to attend to another part of the workshop.He was always watching her from the corner of his eye. He discovered a smooth, rounded wooded dowel that he had carved and sanded several years ago to be used as a fish billy, to club. However this car got here, she was sure the real deal. Everything exactly where it should be. As to what that meant, however, I didn't have a clue.I looked around, wanting to see who was going to come claim this gorgeous machine. She sure wasn't mine. There was no "TO MIKE" sticker on her. But no one else had made a move. And more surprisingly, there was no laughter. Some joke this was.I tried the driver's door handle. It was unlocked. I quickly shut the door again."What's taking you so long?".